Mara and I heard about the storm on Sunday night, just as we were getting re-settled into our room.
Now, I’ve always been skeptical about winter storms. It probably comes from living in Michigan, where the weatherman never predicts the worst, but always overpredicts the mild. I don’t remember the last time a storm was actually as severe as weather.com said it would be.
Besides, I like snowstorms more than thunderstorms now that I’m living in New York City. Walking in the snow is much easier than walking in the rain. When it’s light, it can even be enjoyable.
Walking to my first class on Monday morning, I remained confident in my analysis. The sun was shining, the sidewalks were mostly clear, and my professor didn’t mention anything about the oncoming snowpocalypse. Everything was business as usual.
I headed to work around 11. After clocking in, things started to get hectic. The sun stopped shining, the snow started coming down, and all of our computer systems crashed along with it.
I spent the next four hours running around behind the desk, trying to manually check-out patrons while explaining to them why I couldn’t access their library information.
Meanwhile, we couldn’t check-in any books without the system, so the carts started to pile up behind me. Even though I knew I’d be long gone by the time the full-timers would have to play catch-up, it was overwhelming.
Around one o’clock, a manager came to the desk and told us the university would be closing at four. We were relieved, to say the least. We weren’t sure how much longer we could handle the oncoming slew of students.
My shift ended. I clocked out, changed into my boots, and headed to Weinstein. I hadn’t eaten yet that day.
Walking through the snow was brutal. The street corners were the worst. There were times I couldn’t even see where I was going, despite my glasses. And that was only a five-minute walk.
I ducked into Weinstein. While I ate, the University announced it would be closed Tuesday, as well.
After lunch, I stuck in my headphones, snapped a few pictures, and headed to Food Emporium.
My black coat was completely white by the time I got to the store, and my face was considerably pink. I wasn’t expecting the onslaught of people waiting in lines that roped all the way through the store.
Luckily, I was able to go through the speed-registers. I felt awful for the people with carts full of food. You’d have thought they were planning on being snowed-in for a week.
I put my items in a plastic bag, paid, and left. My dorm is only a block away, so I was inside and warm within ten minutes. I settled in and waited for the worst to come.
It’s Tuesday now – and the world is starting to get back in order. Not so bad. Excited for the next time!